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The Majestic horns of Baphometare indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air!The androgynous light of Lucipheris our noble passion, most dear and rare!Oh! Faustian spirit of conquestMay be thy allied in this infimious battleAgainst the Arauts of DesrespectThose who step with muddy feetthe sapient inscriptions of our cradle.To our strengthening I proudly confess:I worship thee, for they are my weapons to hurt god.Oh! Great wings of BeelzebuthWill you honour me and lay the headof a son of Caym, in the soft sands of ManitouWhere I'll sleep under this neophyte Sky of Anxiety.For the dawn of Knowledge has a Southern SignDelfos will once again desveil its lightAnd those with eyes will drink this precious wine But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!To our strengthening I will re-affirm:I worship thee. They are my Shield.And their message I shall reveal.Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"And this Southern blend of esoteric sapienceThis sensual Mediterranic PhilosophyWill be the only and holy scienceAnd these lines both dream and prophecy!"Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the WiseWho will destroy this pitiful hole of commonsense of disrespect for the true occult deviseThose who from, the lambs, shall feelthe sharpened spears of Intelligence!I worship thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"I worship thee. "Consummatum est!"